I cant stand the man i am. life is less then standard, im stranded, reminded with this image of a island sat on my hand. i look and try to remember who i am. if i cant help myself then nobody can. whats in store, what have you got planned, with no answers answered, I'm left feeling sad. a little mad that you make me out to be so bad. like im pure evil, i only want to try and help and advice some people, every soul i see is equal, paranoid i cant take my eye off the peep hole. i hear so many voices, even in a empty street tho, my life is so fucked up, im low, the answers i seek are forever unknown..
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